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| Yum...computer chips! |
Nothing beats chewing on television remote controls. Think about it—you get the crunch of the plastic, the chewiness of the rubber buttons, and the added spice of all the computer chips buried deep inside. And then there’s the attention chewing on the remote brings. One second everyone is ignoring the adorable and fun-loving dog and suddenly the focus is all on me again. I’ve gotten quite good at sniffing out remotes absentmindedly left unprotected on the couch or atop tray tables. Once I grab a remote I lay down and start gnawing on it as if it’s a bone or an antler—the expanse of the plastic debris field dependent solely on how long it takes my family to notice me. I’ve even managed to render two remote controls non-functioning! Impressive isn't it?
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| Rubber buttons and crunchy plastic. |
Still, despite all the fun I have, my family tries to limit my remote munching time. In fact, if they had their way I think they would deny me any remote time. How unfair! My sister in particular is exceedingly protective of her television remote (though I have managed to leave teeth marks on her’s as well) and hides it whenever I'm in her room. She underestimates me though. She thinks hiding the remotes under her pillow will fool me. How wrong she is. Now, every evening before I go to sleep I burrow under her pillow and grab the remote. I try to make a break for it—scurry away so I can gnaw away in peace—however, she’s a little too quick for me and somehow manages to wrestle the remote away from me before I get the chance to enjoy my ill-gotten gains. I’m persistent though. I’m sure someday I’ll be able to grab the remote and make a break for it before she notices.
I feel the same way about remotes! They are almost as tasty as antlers! Mom and Dad have only given me access to one and I chewed it to pieces! Unfortunately every other remote is too high up for even my bounciness to reach!
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